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Foot and Goddess Worship Phone sex with Frankie

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I want you to worship me.

I want, when I extend my foot, the lowliest part of my goddess-like body, for you to bend over and kiss it. To lave my foot, whether it is in a tennis shoe, a sandal, a boot, or barefoot, with your tongue. To worship it, to show that you willingly place yourself under my heel, conquered by your own devotion to me, so that I do not have to exert myself if I do not want to. I’m tired of fighting all the chauvanistic assholes out in the real world, just to claim my rightful place, career, and paycheck out in the real world. When I come home, when I come into your home, I want my birthright as a living incarnation of Mother Earth, the Goddess, to be acknowledged the moment I open that door.

When you lick my bare foot, you will not neglect to suck on my toes. I want to feel your tongue working the tender skin between the joints, and a soft, reverent kiss placed on my instep. I want to feel your lips worshipping my ankles, and if I’m in a good mood, the muscles of my calves. Especially if I’m wearing heels. I do not wear heels for my own enjoyment, slave—remember that! If I wear heels, it is for two reasons; to make my already shapely legs look fantastic, and to grind the heel into whatever part of your body I’m displeased with. High heels hurt my feet, and they make my calves tense with the need to balance, so when I give you permission to salute my feet and lower legs when I’m wearing heels, I want you to show how much you appreciate the time and effort I’ve taken to wear them in the first place.

My knees are another point of worship; if I give you permission to rise as high as them in your daily devotions to my beauty, do not assume I will let you move on to my thighs. My knees are weapons against the dick-headed jerks of the world who think they can grab a woman’s ass in the workplace and get away with it. Many a woman’s knee has slammed into the groin of a man who thought he was better than her, simply by virtue of his genes. My knees can be used against you, if you displease me, so I want you to kiss them. I also want you to offer to do anything that requires kneeling, so that I do not have to bruise or otherwise sully them with menial labor. Scrubbing the floor, the toilet, wiping down the cabinets, mopping up spilled drinks, picking up broken glass, weeding in the garden, putting dishes away in the lower cupboards—anything that would cause me to have to bend down on my knees should be your job, and your place in the world. Remember to keep your own knees spread. Your thighs aren’t allowed to touch your cock, except maybe when you’re lying down, or you have to walk…… in which case you should be wearing your panties.

You say you want to worship? Be prepared.

Ring-Riiiiiiing, Phone Sex Mistress calling…

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Part 1: Phone Domination Isn’t For Losers

As a phone sex Mistress, I hear a lot of excuses as to why people choose not to call ranging from “Why pay when I can get it for free?”, “Phone sex is for losers”, “I can’t get turned on by it.” to “I want the real thing, not a fantasy.” They are entitled to their opinion, however, I think that many people are close-minded about an experience which can be extremely erotic, not to mention safe and cost effective.

1.) Phone sex is a safe way to explore fantasies for the newly kinky and reprobate old perverts alike. There is no risk of getting an STD. You don’t have to worry about whether your Mistress honors safe words because you can stop if you don’t like something. You don’t run the risk of paying out big bucks for a mediocre experience because you only pay by the minute. Again, if you don’t like it you can just hang up. You can go places in fantasies that you might not go in real life. Or you can “try them on” and see if a particular fantasy is for you. And if you are hung up on how you look, or are shy, looks aren’t as important as imagination and sexual creativity on the phone.

2.) What do I say when people say phone sex is for losers?

My impression is that most of my customers are NOT losers. The type of person that is attracted to the submissive role is varied, but it seems that most of them are highly intelligent and successful.

In my opinion, phone sex is a more intelligent choice. It takes imagination and an intelligent mind to get turned on by erotica over the phone. I also feel that people who make the choice to go to a phone dominatrix value their physical health over sexual impulse. Being a submissive is a risky position. People who err on the side of caution are that much ahead of the rest. Also, the type of customers who are attracted to my flavor of kink, i.e. feminization, tend to be either very secure in their manhood and their ability to get in touch with their feminine side, or they are at peace with their exploration of the feminine and feel comfortable with it. No coward or loser would dare to be called a pussy or have the female/male roles reversed. In fact, in my opinion, the losers are the ones who hide behind macho facades such as “I ain’t no sissy?” For my callers to allow me to take them to that place of sissification, it takes great nerve and security in who they are as a person.

3.) Phone sex Mistresses are more available than the professional dominatrix. Therefore, the price is usually reasonable, anywhere (on average) from .79/minute on up to 2.99 per minute. Since most calls last on an average of 3 minutes, you cannot really go wrong. So if you want to go out and pay $10 for a cheap street hooker and run the risk of getting an STD go ahead. However, you’ll get more for your money with a phone dominatrix and you’ll find that most of the phone dominatrix in the business are far more intelligent and far more interested in giving you the ultimate domination experience, and enjoying themselves in the process. In addition to that, with the computer age and the ability to forward calls, more and more women with mainstream lives are becoming part time phone sex operators, so stereotypes of phone sex women do not really apply.

4.) Why pay when you can get it for free? To put it simply, there are no games, no strings, and no commitments. You don’t have to go through the game playing of the dating experience or be concerned that your phone dominatrix is not going to be into your kink. Most state their preferences clearly on their website so you know where you stand. You can have a regular calling relationship with a phone dominatrix, or not. But there are never any obligations. Phone workers are discreet. Although I get to know the personality and likes and dislikes of my regular callers, I have no commitment to them other than sharing my imagination, my sexy voice, and my love of BDSM. I don’t see any of their financial info or their name because the website I work out of takes care of that.

Welcome to the world of Frankie Fetishista!

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 I thoroughly enjoy a myriad of BDSM activities and you will be able to tell! I enjoy such a wide variety of play. When I am asked “what is your favorite things to do?” I would have to answer that it’s having a sub completely helpless, in bondage, and teasing them out of their mind! Hmm, I enjoy the exchange of power while being served in various ways. But I love it all!
I enjoy training inexperienced submissives but also relish the challenge of playing with an experienced sub. I want to create a scene that My subject has never before experienced.

I am not bored or boring. I like to do a variety of things during a call. I am very playful and frisky and I enjoy laughter and excitement but if a sub is not interested in something I will respect those limitations.

Welcome to Frankie’s world of fetish and domination!

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I’m beautiful and merciless! With one look from my lovely, dark, commanding eyes I will melt all your resistance away.

With my gorgeous body clothed in latex, leather or spandex, I will mesmerize you and bring you to your knees to serve me. I will make you my slave, my toy to be used, abused and played with as the whim strikes me. Challenge me and you will feel my power.

Honor my power and my beauty and you will know the joyous freedom of abandoning yourself to my control. I am a mistress of passion, highly skilled in all kind of S/M arts. I am ambitious, responsible and experienced, and I take pride in my work.

In my dungeon, which is equipped to accommodate many different fetishes, fantasies and dreams, you will see how quickly I can bring your secret desires to the surface, how quickly you will see another side of yourself, of your personality appear. Your wildest dreams will become reality and you will lose control of your body and your mind.

My idea of domination is a combination of sensitivity and strength. Through perfectly staged role-play, your inner nature — that submissive side of you — will strengthen and you will become true to yourself.

You will experience deep emotions and psychological sensations that will stagger you. You will suffer punishment and you will enjoy punishment from the hands of your Mistress, your Queen. With my power and beauty and My skillful insight, I will gaze directly into your mind and help you discover the real you, that part of you who longs to emerge but who until now has cowered in fear of discovery. Give in to your desires. Give yourself to me.

A day in the life:

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Tuesday. That must mean Mr. Thompson up first, 9:30. Mr. Brown at 11:00. New client at 1:30, Mr. Fisher. Hmm, problem there, Fisher lives across town and 4:00 client lives in the next town over. Mr. Sanders at 4:00. Tight scheduling. Mr. & Mrs. Watkins at 7:00.

Bigger day than usual.

9:30, Thompson. Maternity bra unclasped, starting with the left breast today. He suckles and soon I’m breastfeeding a 45 year-old man. He’s a good boy really, a healthy, happy baby. He’s fussy though, must have all the milk available. Such an appetite!

10:05, left breast depleted, switch to right.

“Something tastes different today,” says my baby. Ah, his first words. I’m so proud.

“My diet has been a little different over the past week. Does it still taste good?”

“Very yummy, mummy!” What a cute little boy, suckle away, you need all the strength you can get. Growing boys need mother’s milk, to grow up big and strong.

10:32. Right breast depleted, time for mother to get going.

“Same time next week?”

“No, I have to go out of town for couple of weeks, so it’ll be a while,” says he.

“Well, I’ll have plenty saved up for you then, so maybe you’ll need more time.” I love my little baby.

11:00, Brown, walking distance from Thompson’s, rather awkward, ass is really stuffed, and have to drink lots of water. Have about two litres from sports bottles. Brown is already sitting at his desk, head down in shame.

Really, getting detention again! How students learn anything these days when they spend all their time rough housing and getting into trouble. It makes me so angry, I need to enforce discipline. Time to break out the trusty old cane.

“Brown, front and centre! You’ve been very naughty haven’t you, young man?

“Yes ma’am.”

“You need discipline don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Really, a fifty year old schoolboy, getting into fights. You should be setting an example for the younger students!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t start it, it was-,”

“No excuses Mr. Brown. You need to be punished.”

“No please, ma’am, please. I’ll do anything!”

“No, no. You need discipline. Pants down, bend over the desk!” Insolent little boy, trying to weasel out of punishment. I’ll give him the caning of his life.

WHACK! Whimpering, a little boy trying to act like a man. Well, a man needs to know pain and discipline to get through life. WHACK! Right across the buttocks. Red lines, signs that he’s learning something. WHACK, WHACK. WHACK!

He cries like the boy that he really is.

“If you want to be a man, you’ve got learn rules and discipline. If this is the only way to help you, I must punish you!” More whacks, and he begs me, please stop. But I can’t. It’s for his own good! Begging is the last refuge for hopeless little boys. He must be a man!

I whack him silly, his little bottom, once so pale, is now burning with crimson fire of shame and guilt. Yes, he shall learn from this, surely.

“Very well, Mr. Brown. Have you learned you lesson?”

“Yes ma’am,” between sobs.

“Detention is over.”

11:45, leaving Brown. In transit to Mr. Fisher. Drinking more water while riding bus across town. Another two litres, bladder really, really hurts. Need to pee, but must hold it in. Ass is uncomfortable because of bladder pressure.

1:30, Fisher residence. Balding little man in glasses and a turtleneck. Well, he just want’s acts not roles.

“Where’s your toilet?” I really need to go now.

“This way, let me get my camera.” That’s right, he wants footage. Most people don’t, it could be discovered by their relatives and expose their secret desires and stuff.

“Okay, face away, and squat over the toilet.” He leaves the seat up. Camera rolling, you’re a star girl! “Wait a minute, first fill this glass, then the rest for the flush.”

Whatever you say baldy. It’s a pretty small glass, and filling it only causes more suffering, since I have to hold back the rest. My bladder is killing me, and my ass is getting really uncomfortable. I fill the glass, then he turns the camera on himself, and drinks my pee.

“How is it?”

“Not quite as delicious as I’d been led to believe. Oh well, ready?” I nod. “Go!”

And boy do I go. It’s such a relief to be rid of all this liquid. It takes a couple of minutes to get it all out. He comes over and pats me dry with toilet paper.

“Wonderful, just exquisite.” Another satisfied customer! That’s always something to be proud of.

“So, same time next week?”

“Actually, I think just this once was good enough for me. Plus I have the tape. You’ve given me a treasured memory. Thank you so much.”

Well, I aim to please, as they say.

1:47, leaving Fisher. Catching bus to neighbouring town, have to make it to Mr. Sanders. Ass feels a little better now, but a long bus ride just leaves me itching and anxious.

4:00, Sanders.

“Hello again, well, let’s see what you’ve got for me this week!” He’s so excited, I hope I can live up to his expectations. It’s really hard to come up with a weekly surprise for Mr. Sanders, but his life is so dull, I just have to help out.

“Do you have some lubricant? I think I’ll need it.” He has some, you know it’s not the kind of stuff you can carry around with you all day. He grabs his camera. His surprises are the gift the keeps on giving, when he tapes them that is.

I apply a rather generous amount of lube to my anus, and do my best to get some up into my rectum. I’m kneeling on the couch for this, but it could get a little messy. Oh well, another surprise for him then.

I push mightily. Strain, strain, push, huff. It’s quite an ordeal getting something out of your ass that’s been up there all day long.

“Wow, you’re so amazing!” He loves these gifts. Shame his appointment isn’t later, then he could use today’s surprise with tonight’s dinner.

I push and strain. And eventually, a nice long and thick cucumber emerges from my anus. Let me tell you, it’s like getting over constipation. That first time you get something truly enormous out of your butt, you feel so much better for it.

“Oh my God! Thank you, thank you!” He shouts with glee at the rectal cucumber.

CuCUMber, get it? Nobody likes that joke.

“I’m gonna eat this right now. Time for a salad!” Well, that’s the best thanks I can get. My ass is good enough to eat out of.

4:45, that cucumber sure took a while to come out. But the bus ride home is much more relaxing for it’s absence. And the rest of my day is relaxing too.

7:00, Watkins residence. They just want someone to watch, and to operate a camera. They didn’t trust a guy, and didn’t want to ask a friend. So I get the job. And I can’t complain. It’s easy, pays well, and I like doing it.

I’m very helpful that way.

9:15, man can those guys last! Always fun to watch. Better than TV, better than a movie. I love my job. Anyway, my day is over. Time to go home and take a long bath.

A New toy for an Old toy

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She couldn’t wait to put it in his ass. She bought the strap-on almost on a whim; she had been walking by Good Vibrations and saw it proudly displayed in the window, almost like it was begging her to come inside. It was black and good sized. The light made it seem shiny. When she touched it, the silky smoothness had her hooked. This was her cock.

The harness was just as beautiful. Black leather with metal studs, it reminded her of some dirty cowboy movie with cheesy one-liners, but she didn’t care. It was perfect, too.

When she walked inside her little one bedroom apartment, he wasn’t around. She called for him, slightly coquettish, eager to tease and touch. But she couldn’t find him anywhere. She shrugged and went into the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. By the time she reached the bed, she was wearing nothing but her lacy black bra and panties. She wished vaguely for her garters, but all thought vanished as she took out her new purchase and laid it on the bed in front of her.

She stood there for a couple beats, looking at the sleekness and perpetual hardness of the black cock and felt herself getting wet. She’d wait for him but she would just try it on and see how it looked.

She slipped her panties off and picked up the harness. It smelled like leather and reminded her of his aftershave. She felt warmth spreading along her body as she buckled the straps around herself tight.

The leather crisscrossed in the back, making a very sexy pattern on her lower back. God, she loved it when he licked her there…

She looked at herself in the mirror, full breasts still bound, and her pussy lips full and moist, just barely visible under the harsh black straps. She posed, arching her back and watching her reflection. She let down her blonde hair, shaking it out crazily over her smooth shoulders. She looked like a minx!

Suddenly she needed to see herself with the hard cock thrusting out from her body. She wanted that juxtaposition so badly her clit ached.

The dildo fit the harness perfectly snug. It didn’t shift around like her last strap on. This one was worth the money.

Standing in front of the mirror, she reveled in the astonishing view. There she was, petite and blonde, purely feminine and gorgeous, but then attached to her body, just under the smoothness of her flat stomach was this huge black cock jutting out defiantly. It was so different and so fucking hot.

Strangely enough, she felt herself blushing as she raised a hand to touch it. It felt foreign to her, as if she wasn’t supposed to be feeling its smoothness, when just five minutes ago she was calling it her own cock!

Tentatively she ran a fingertip over its thick surface, feeling the bumps and grooves that model a real dick. She watched herself in the mirror and found her embarrassment fading into arousal. She was hot. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, her breasts swelling against the bra.

She reached up and unhooked it, releasing her ravaging breasts. They were beautiful and she knew it; plump and perfectly shaped Ds with pert little pink nipples that were already erect with excitement. She squeezed them, appeasing their ache. Her breasts always ached to be touched when she was aroused. They needed to be suckled and pinched. She grasped them and looked in the mirror at the beautiful woman with the huge black cock. She’d fuck herself if she could, she thought, almost laughing at the wild look in her eyes.

She let go of her breasts and brought both hands to the strap-on. She squeezed it with one and caressed it with the other, never moving her eyes from her reflection. She was so wet she felt herself starting to drip. She slid the leather strap aside and slipped her fingers against all that wetness, finding her pulsing clit between two slick fingers and stroking it the way she wanted to stroke the cock, her cock. She closed her eyes, her head leaning back as her hair ticked her shoulder blades, heightening her arousal.

She slid her hand back out, her glistening fingertips making a tight circle with her thumb through which the cock could pass. Her juices lubricated the mushroom head tip of the cock, wetting it, getting it ready for fucking. Her pussy spasmed and she thought she might come, but she wanted to wait, wanted it good and wet and hard.

The bedside table had many goodies inside and when she dribbled the astroglide over the tip of her cock she was glad for their kinkiness. She positioned the mirror so that she could watch herself from the bed and then climbed up.

The cock stood straight up from her body as if begging to be jerked off. God, she wanted to fuck herself so badly! So she did.

She gripped the cock and stroked in just the same way that she loved watching him masturbate. She moved it so every stroke pressed against her clit making her moan out loud. Watching herself in the mirror increased her arousal, building her orgasm until she was jerking herself off so fast her hand was almost a blur. Every squeeze and stroke was harder than the last, she felt her ass tightening. She played with her nipples with her other hand pinching them, feeling them heat up and tingle, the pleasure going straight to her burning cunt. She fucked herself until she couldn’t take anymore and needed something filling her hot wet hole.

She reached down and pushed two fingers deep inside her feeling that perfect spot and stroking it over and over while she continued to jerk her hard, wet cock against her clit.

She was so almost ready to cum, when the door opened and he walked in. She stopped moving her hands but didn’t move. He looked confused for about half a second and than a grin spread across his face. She raised an eye brow and started stroking her cock again, building momentum. He watched, fascinated, the bulge growing in his tight pants. He swallowed, uncertain of his role here.

“Care to join me, baby?” She asked suggestively. He nodded and stripped down, climbing up onto the bed.

She didn’t even have to tell him, his lips locked around the cock and he moved between her legs, just like she had done so many times for him. He sucked and slid his hands up her legs until she felt his fingers inside her, stroking over and over and over again until she was screaming and thrusting into his mouth, raising her ass off the bed, cumming around his fingers, pushing his head onto her cock, into her clit, moaning deeply.

Before she stopped cumming, she pushed him away and moved out from under him. The orgasm lingered as she told him to get on hands and knees. He looked a little shocked, but was so rock hard that she knew he’d love it.

His dick stretched out under him, hard and needy as he got on hands and knees before her. She rubbed some lube onto his puckering hole, teasing him slowly, sliding her fingertip inside him as he moaned softly into the pillow. She lubed up the cock with her hand again and pushed the tip against his asshole. He shuddered with anticipation. It had been a while since they played like this and he wanted it badly.

So he told her so, “Please fuck me.” It was almost a whisper.

She was so high off her arousal that this plea almost sent her over the edge again.

She gripped his hips, making sure that she could see them in the mirror and pushed inside him slowly until she was all the way in. She asked if everything was alright. When he moaned a yes and begged her for it harder, she laid her body against his back, deep inside him and made small thrusting motions with her hips, bumping his prostate in quick little jerks that had him squirming underneath her, his balls tightening against his body.

She reached around, gripping his cock like she had done to herself earlier and stroked it with every thrust.

Her thrusts become deeper, pulling out more and moving faster as she jerked his dick with her small hand. She watched them in the mirror, and was shocked again by how sexy she looked as she slid the cock in and out of her hot man’s ass.

He started moaning, calling her name as he got closer and closer. His hand moved down and wrapped around hers on his cock, squeezing them tighter, their fingers sticky and wet as they jerked him harder. His breath was shallow and interspersed with moans of desire as her hips continued to buck into him, sliding the thick black cock deep into his tight ass. Each thrust bumped back against her clit until she too was moaning with ecstasy, her pussy juices dripping down her thighs. The orgasm was building and suddenly she knew that she was going to cum again as she fucked his ass.

“I’m going to come inside you, you little bitch,” she cried out uncharacteristically and he groaned, pushing his ass to meet her thrusts; his cock was ready to burst it was so hard. Their hands continued squeezing him, forcing more pre-cum from the tip to drip onto their sheets below him.

“Fuck me, baby,” He moaned again, “fuck me until you fill my ass with your hot cum!” She gasped, his sexy words sending her over the edge and she screamed as she felt the pressure in her body break suddenly and wash over her in wave after wave of pleasure. She thrust harder into him, slamming his ass hard with each wave of pleasure, the cock pulling on his desire and those hard thrusts combined with her cries suddenly brought him hard. His balls contracted and his dick shook in their slick hands and he shot his creamy load all over the bed as she continued to writhe over him, her climax slowing as his asshole squeezed tight in a delicious rhythm around the wet cock buried deep inside him.

After minute she pulled out slowly and they lay there breathing heavily as their heartbeats slowed down. He looked over and saw the black dildo dripping with lube and laughed shakily. Then she looked over at him and smiled. “So I bought a new toy today.”

He laughed again, “I see that.”

Leather/Latex Goddess

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Like fetish? What about latex and leather and high-high cum-fuck-me heels? Nylons with the seam up the back, attached to a lacy garter belt? Squishy foot jobs, and sliding your hard cock between my sweaty skin and that damp latex?

I’m not interested in being your girlfriend, or the one you take to dinner and dancing. I’m the one you take to that kinky club, the one where they all wear leather and chains, the one who makes the other men all turn and stare and wish they were you. They call me Fetishista Frankie for a reason!

RIP David Carradine

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Not one of the best, but THE best , indeed

I am admittedly a Kung Fu fan from waaay back, now let us dispell the rumors, shall we?

He DID NOT commit suicide, this was accidental. Hey if anyone knows about  this kinda shit, its me, eh?

A’la Michael Hutchence for INXS…..A sad ending…to a beautiful life. PLease, play with caution , children!

check it out:

Autoerotic Asphyxiation, or “scarfing,” is the process of cutting off one’s air supply to increase the intensity of orgasm during self-pleasure. The theory is that your brain, missing some of that vital life-giving oxygen, goes completely bugfuck when faced with also having to climax at the same time. It might work, it might not.

However, the term has quickly grown to mean the process of doing this act wrong, that is, cutting off one’s air to the point that the victim never gets around to that all-important “bring the air supply back” step. And therein, shall we say, lies the rub.

Unlike other accidential suicides, Autoerotic Asphyxiation leaves the victim in a completely untenable situation: not only are they dead, but they are often naked or mostly naked, surrounded by whatever other “tools” have been part of the fun (pornography, ball gags, restraints), and in some sort of an awkward position, having desperately fought to release themselves from their deadly setup. This is especially hard on parents, friends, relatives, and whatever group of folks happens upon the body; there really isn’t any doubt WHY you’re dead, and a note is never left… well, not usually. One youth in Canada left the following note next to himself, obviously planning for the worst:

“When you find my body hanging … with a tight noose around my neck, do not look for a murderer. I have executed myself. I say execute rather than suicide because I didn’t really intend to hang unto death.”

In all, hundreds of these deaths occur each year, a tribute to how alluring the idea of getting one extra kick out of the Ol’ Jerk-n-Spurt truly is. And like many such accidental deaths, there’s really no warning signs to look out for, just the sorry tale afterwards… and the pleadings of the family to put something, anything, on the death certificate but what really happened.

Timeline

2 Feb 1793 Czech composer Franz Kotzwara, who penned “The Battle of Prague,” dies from autoerotic asphyxiation in a London brothel.
5 May 1968 Actor Albert Dekker dies of autoerotic asphyxiation in his Hollywood apartment, aged 62. He is found gagged and bound with rope and leather belts, with the words “slave”, “cocksucker”, etc. written on his body in lipstick.
22 Nov 1997 Naked INXS frontman Michael Hutchence hangs himself with a belt in his room at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Sydney, Australia. Blood tests later confirm the presence of “alcohol, cocaine, Prozac and other prescription drugs” in his system. The coroner’s report discounts the possibility of autoerotic asphyxiation.

Hypnosis Phone Sex~Something you need to try!

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It is a fantastically mesmerizing way to feel My power overwhelm, control, and tantalize all of you little submissives, whether you are long-time servants or hopeful new supplicants in need of the sweetly addictive nature of My power. I have been getting rave reviews from hypnodomination fetishists and those new to the experience for My innate ability to relax, induce, and control slaves through an extremely powerful trance. Many of My new hypnosis slaves have been genuinely stunned at how deep I can take them, control their minds when they reach this dreamy state, and make their fetishes come alive in an entirely new and very profound way. My voice, intellect, and natural intuition to weaken you from the inside out is literally a mind-blowing session that you do not want to miss. 

Be prepared to relax, perhaps with headphones if you have them, and with enough money in your accounts so that we are not interrupted in session. Optimum experiences last at least 30 minutes so let Me know before the call how much time you have available for us to play with. I can promise, as long as you are mentally prepared to relax, free Your mind and inhibitions, and let Me take control, that you will be satisfied beyond your wildest dreams.

Your Latex Fucktress!!!

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Explore the world of a Leather Goddess! Do you fantasize about being controlled by a Powerful Latex Fucktress?

Do you desire an opportunity to: *Obey *Please *Serve *Worship ?

I am a woman that understands and embraces the power I possess. I am not only a beautiful powerful woman in my own right… I am also a woman in control that enjoys being in control.

I am best described as a Striking, Fearless and Dominate. I am always in the mood to take control. I am mischevious and I enjoy Leather Dominance immensely. I enjoy having submissives, sluts, slaves, boys, and toys amuse Me. I enjoy my slaves- my way.

I have trained many submissives in my private dungeons. I will guide and train you to be the best submissive that you can be. You will please and amuse me. Serve Me well and you may aquire a few of my most personal items!

Surround yourself in Frankie’s world… you will never be the same again!!!

Fetishista Frankie